My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
Malak Kalmoni. Chehab So many awful things to leave behind, amen! Your repetition of Farewell to these losses, traumas and horrors is both powerful and poignant. You portray them with amazing images and intriguing rhymes. I like how you alter your repetition to speak to hope for change and harmony. Wonderful poem, bravo!! 👏
By: Linda Powers O’Dell
Thank you for the honor and your hard work.
Say Farewell
Farewell I say To another year, slipping Into yesterday in a blink eying The world through a backward lense to play
Farewell I say To war that followed into genocide Where white phosphorus is a guide To death that’ll pay and say:
Farewell I say To colonizers whose dominance Is nothing but a posturing stance That rides a high till it lands in grey
Farewell I say To the muck of horrors that movies Would fear to display as crazies, For, to them I lay
My farewell to say: Leave the people to their freedom Don’t subjugate, ruin, destroy as you come To steal resources under cover of pray,
So, say farewell to the grey Quagmire of losses, trauma that sway In harmony with nature creating a stray Wind of change that’ll cross oceans and pray …
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
War Terror, murder Flow like oceans Struggling to survive mutilation Atmosphere of toxins spreading disease, Disasters hidden and shared PTSD isn’t just Trauma lived, Life
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Wow, Malak, you really got to my heart with this powerful poem! All the repeated sounds of war are so evocative, calling up frightful images. I can’t help but think of Gaza, recent example of this terrible fear and destruction. So sad, so horrifying. Amazing images, fantastic poem! Bravo!! By, Linda Powers O’Dell
Sounds of War
Drum, drum, drum, Drum the stoned bun, Turn it around and run.
Drum, drum, drum, The hum of whizzing stones Drop like bombs on bones.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, Rush to flee debris from a thump That hits the head, and you’re dead! No pomp!
Stomp, stomp, stomp, On the stoned cement Fallen from bombardment ..
Cave, cave, cave, Under the hopelessly inhumane Conditions of decayed bodies, pain …
Rotting, rotting, rotting Away in the streets, floors underground With walls, furniture burying you, never found …
Slowly, slowly, slowly, Killing you with death around you, Within you, captivating you in its horror’s view.
Boom, boom, boom, The shaking, quaking resulting In fear spreading like bird songs floating …
Wheezing, wheezing, wheezing, Trying to breathe under the rubble Is like being buried alive in moving sands in a cuddle.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
Thank you for the honor and your hard work. I always wait impatiently for your comments. Thank you
CHIAROSCURO Chained light, Heavenly bright Incessant shadow, don’t Avert the radiance of justce Reflecting right’s light Offering hope when despair is Somewhat easier to drown in, while Courage to fight the battles of equality Under the umbrella of darkened power Revealed in rays that shine a ritulant glow Over the dispossessed of humanity’s light.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
The past year has been worse than any Halloween as it was actually HELL O WEAN … The Hell of being weaned on what’s seen On social media’s snippets of genocide, carry
With it atrocities of dismemberment, Beheaded children, fetuses gutted, children Bullseyed by snipers, flour lines broken By bullets whizzing past victims of bombardment.
So hello, HELL O WEAN, we see Your inhumanity, Your unlawful abiding personality, Your insouciant attitude to killing. Be
The Hell in our Haloed Halloween for you’ve Shown us that: unity is strength, Gen Z still has a conscience whose breath Of freshness is awakening those who’ve
Followed blindly behind HELL’s demand For subservience to its god given Right to rule the world with a broken Set of laws that are man-made but bind,
Bind those whose ambition For power is greater than their compassion.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
Thank you for the honor and your hard work. The day i get a review is always a good one, whether it’s good or bad is irrelevant to me, as I want a reaction.
We Did Everything
We did all we could … Yet, genocide is as deadly as beheading, Death is as real as your breathing, Living is as traumatic as a horrifying cloud.
We did all we could … But child amputees are running marathons To survive but another day as pawns Of politics that’s gross as it hammered
That “We did all we could”, clause That left pregnant mothers to die, Elderly to fry in fire’s explosive dye, Fathers to be scattered in pieces in cruel cries
That “We did all we could”, was Said to assuage politicians’ conscious While knowing their endeavors were shackled in pious Prison, whose doctrine permits rapes,
Whose haze in, “We did all we could”, Evaporates in the fog of time that flies Without scheduling its prime in trauma that cries Out to be understood, yet, their voices loud
And proud in the hopeful quagmire of guilt Of surviving, whole or not, presses In the abyss of despair where hopeless Orphaned, erased families, press to built.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
Thank you for the accolade and your hard work. It’s highly appreciated.
We Did Everything
We did all we could … Yet, genocide is as deadly as beheading, Death is as real as your breathing, Living is as traumatic as a horrifying cloud.
We did all we could … But child amputees are running marathons To survive but another day as pawns Of politics that’s gross as it hammered
That “We did all we could”, clause That left pregnant mothers to die, Elderly to fry in fire’s explosive dye, Fathers to be scattered in pieces in cruel cries
That “We did all we could”, was Said to assuage politicians’ conscious While knowing their endeavors were shackled in pious Prison, whose doctrine permits rapes,
Whose haze in, “We did all we could”, Evaporates in the fog of time that flies Without scheduling its prime in trauma that cries Out to be understood, yet, their voices loud
And proud in the hopeful quagmire of guilt Of surviving, whole or not, presses In the abyss of despair where hopeless Orphaned, erased families, press to built.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
Life with depression, isolation, Low self-esteem are conductive To lead some into destructive Behavior: drugs, cutting, suicide, in submission
To peer pressure, an abomination Played in schools and social media Who has subliminal criteria That provides some collateral for creation
Of a compulsion to hurt others, knowing Of the resulting confusion that will Lead to unfortunate decisions that kill The will to live free of the castrating
And agitating abomination of isolation Whose suicidal intention folic Within a sea of hardships, backwards, bucolic, Needing calm reflection overcoming self-destruction.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
Poetry for Change 